Desert Flame

Sore hands - lift up, this
sacred desert flame - where
distance separates - leaving
this void - between the two.

Black waters - ride amidst the
cool night's wind - my prayers
sail among the breeze - those
whispers of comfort - to you.

Fingers - pry into these sands -
unknowingly in search of what
ignited this desert flame within
this aching mind - divinity aflame.

The eyes of the flame - gaze up
towards the sky - and my hands
lift up - eyes closed - sending
whispers upon the four winds.

And to Him I pray - that comfort
is brought unto this flame - may
what sways this flame – be stilled -
casting torments before the wood.

And from across the black waters -
I gaze up into the night - letting loose
a sigh - you are my desert flame - that
burns within - yet - you may never know.